Contagion 24Contagion 246 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Starscream is deceptively easy. I had him figured out bolt-for-bolt from the moment hed picked me up. Though I suppose thats nothing, considering my unique ability to absorb information at will from the world around me. The seemingly big-helmed Seeker was nothing more than the neglected second son of a well-off family looking for approval in his peers: An incompetent idiot only because he truly believed he was so. Years of abuse, both verbal and mental, at Megatrons hand saw to it that any ounce of real threat was tromped. Starscream might talk big about destroying Megatron and taking over, but he lacks the capacity and internal wiring to do such. However one thing does baffle me - his affections or at least tolerance for this human girl, Alexis. I am still unsure as to why she was drawn to him so strongly, of course I can sense the strange power within her, and perhaps she herself is aware of this gift she possesses, and her fascination with him could
Contagion 21Contagion 216 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Night of the Humans"
You ever have one of those days where you can just tell things are gonna be great from the get-go? Yeah? Well thats how my day was. I woke up feeling more recharged than I had in a long time and not even the daunting task of first morning watch could dampen my spark - especially when I discovered it was Arcee whom I would be sharing watch with. Im quite certain that over the course of our long watch I convinced her to dump the Hotrod geek (who everybody but her seemed to know she had the thrums for) and try a bot more her speed: Me. Yup, any day now shed come crawling to me, telling me I was ten times better than that snobby jerk. I would just wait for her. Of course Sunstreaker didnt believe me, but that was only because my poor, lonely twin was jealous.
Youre only setting yourself up for disappointment, swipe. Sunstreaker sighed as he stood up and peered out the window of the base. Youre delusional.
Transformers Contagion17 REDUXTransformers Contagion17 REDUX6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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" and so there I was! Cornered by the Triple Changers!"
"By the what?"
"Triple Changers, Hotrod, Cybertronians who have three alternate modes."
"No such thing, right Sideswipe?"
"Right 'streaker. No such thing."
"Oh, you'd all like to believe that, wouldn't you?" I said. I shook my helm as I paused to regard my current 'charges'.
After reviving and being given the all clear by Ratchet, the twins had decided they were bored. To keep them occupied Elita One had offered them her job which was to assist me with technical repairs in the basement. At first they'd seemed more than eager. Eventually they realized I would actually be expecting them to do some manual labor and they lost interest in a nano-click.
We were soon joined by Blurr. The kid decided he needed to help us repair the base before he could really let go and mourn for his brother. I admired his strength.
Hotrod and Bumblebee had been next declaring rather solemnly tha
Contagion 23Contagion 236 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"The Elita Solution"
Back-Up filing is supposed to be a random process - it isnt, for me. My dreams, as the humans say, are nearly always the same. While most Cybertronians dream about the past day while in recharge, their personality chips working to piece together information in a pleasant and surreal way, I cannot seem to do this. I am always back on Cybertron. I am always a young fem, having just acquired my first form. I am always bragging about it to my three closest friends by my locker at the academy. I am always aware that Im being watched. Its always Megatron. I always excuse myself from my friends to join him. He always tries to avoid me, even when I only ask whats wrong.
This Megatron, a mere flicker of who he will some day become, tells me to get scrapped, and it always hurts. I approach him, I try to comfort him by telling him that his father will see reason, hell come to his senses and make the right decision - But Megat
Transformers Contagion15 REDUXTransformers Contagion15 REDUX6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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Since I'd gotten over the initial shock of having giant robots as friends, I didn't think there would ever be a time when I /didn't/ want to hang out with them. I mean pardon me being a geek for a second--not that I'm a nerd, mind you--but who doesn't want giant robot aliens as friends?
You can imagine my surprise and confusion then as I neared the base. Michaela was close beside me. I felt a twist in my gut. A twist like I was dreading going any further.
"Hey, um," I started. I grabbed Michaela's hand as we neared the fence. She paused and looked over her shoulder at me. I'd stopped her from hailing Bumblebee as he performed his sentry duties.
"Do you really think we should go in today? I mean, after what went down yesterday, I'm kind of wondering if maybe the Autobots wouldn't like some alone time."
"Sam, don't be ridiculous. You heard Optimus yesterday; he said he wanted to see us bright and early." She crossed her
.:Picking Up The Pieces:..icking Up The Pieces:..:Picking Up The Pieces:.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Oh, sweet Primus…you cannot be serious! 'Jack, please – it's the fourth time this week alone and it's only goddamn well Wednesday!"
Or so went the conversation at 4am in Ratchet's quarters. If there was one thing he hated it was being unceremoniously kicked out of recharge in the wee small hours of the morning. If there were two things he hated it was being unceremoniously kicked out of recharge in the wee small hours of the morn by Wheeljack.
"It's another three hours before I'm on duty, 'Jack. Can't you call 'Aid in on this? It's his shift for frag's sake. Some of us need some downtime here," he complained into his comm.
There was a loud crash followed by an ominous silence on the other end of the comm-channel.
"Wheeljack?! Oh, come on, slaggit…not now…"
The dim blue illumination of his optics flared slightly in the darkness as he rolled reluctantly to a sitting position on his bunk. What he could really do with now was an eighteen hour 'charge sessi